Two days later.
The sky above the Ashen Expanse was choked with swirling gray clouds and drifting embers—until, in a blur of speed, Raven sliced through the air like a meteor dipped in fire.
He was a blur. A thunderous boom followed every flap of compressed force around his form.
Wind howled in his wake. Light fractured. And far below, the twisted forest blurred by in streaks of ashen green.
Then—
BOOM!
Raven landed.
Crater. Dust. A clean circle of devastation was blasted into the earth, with Raven standing dead center like a protagonist posing on a magazine cover.
Wind tousled his dark coat. One hand was casually in his pocket. Not a single hair out of place.
He looked around.
"Huh... green trees."
Towering, twisted foliage stood around him. Corrupted, sure—but this place was different. The bark of the trees was sickly pale but held a sheen of strange life.
The air, although corrupted, was breathable. Slightly warmer. Quieter.
